"Morpheus was known as the god of dreams. He shaped and formed the dreams, through which he could appear to mortals in any form. This talent made Morpheus a messenger of the gods, able to communicate divine messages to sleeping mortals."
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SΣCΩΠD: (ɦɛʟʟօ)
"Hello!" She stood up in shock and saw Nayin.
"I already told you that we'll meet in the food court and I find you here?" She sulked at Ara.
Ara didn't know how to react to this situation but she just accepted it.
"Nayin? What are you doing here? And where are we?" She asked worriedly as they wonder around. They're in a mall.
"We're in my favorite mall! Let's go shopping!" She said excitedly as she drags Ara around.
"Wait... I thought you don't like shopping?" Ara teased at Nayin who has bags dangling by her arms.
"People change, Ara." They laughed together as they shop some more.
Time has passed and they have gone to almost every shop in the mall. Their paces stopped and were flustered on what they saw. They saw big crowds gathering the first floor and the second floor's balcony.
"What's going on, Nayin?"
"I don't know. Let's just go. I'm tired."
Maybe it's time travelling, but now they're at a local park near Ara's house. She was swinging on the swings whilst eating ice cream. That's her favorite downtime.
"Nayin must have been tired."
"She is." She almost fell off the swing when she saw the guy that she met before.
"H-How... How did you know?" He giggled at the stupidity of Ara.
"Nayin told me to keep you company so that you'll feel less lonely." He smiled at Ara and she felt somehow reassured. He then came with his own cone of ice cream.
"Thanks but..."
"But what?"
"How did we become friends again?" She said as he licks his ice cream.
He choked a little bit and looked at her if she was serious. And she was. For some reason, she remembers meeting him but not how they become friends.
"We spend almost every weekends together. We usually w̸o̸r̸k̸ t̸o̸g̸e̸t̸h̸e̸r̸ a̸t̸ t̸h̸e̸ r̸e̸s̸t̸a̸u̸r̸a̸n̸t̸, r̸i̸g̸h̸t̸? I'm pretty sure you remember that because we still w̸o̸r̸k̸ t̸o̸g̸e̸t̸h̸e̸r̸." He said as he chuckles halfway.
Now that he said it, Ara knew immediately about that time. She remembers every detail. But remembering that, something is missing. There's like a hole in between that story.
Is this true? Only Alex and her worked there.
"What happened when mom decided to close theshop for the mean time?"
"What's your name again?"
Wait... That's not what she was supposed to ask. It's as if she was not allowed to ask a specific question.
